'Lancaster House' Book Tour

Zoe
Grayson needs a change. So, she moves to another state, purchases an
old, dilapidated 1920s Victorian Mansion, and sets out to restore it
to its former glory. As she begins the restoration, she finds herself
falling in love with the old house . . . not to mention its
illustrious builder, Mr. Lancaster. Zoe becomes obsessed with the
house as she discovers its secrets; hidden rooms, secret passageways
. . . and a mysterious man who seems to think the house is his. Who
is he? More importantly, how does he live in her home unseen and
unheard?

The unexpected answers leave her reeling—and
questioning everything she’s ever known. To her dismay, Zoe’s
actions land her in the local psychiatric hospital, scheming for ways
to return to Lancaster House . . . and the love of her life.

Read an excerpt:

Note: While Lancaster House tells the
story of a heartfelt romance, the scenes that propel the story
forward are the scenes between Zoe and her psychiatrist, Doctor
Channing.

The next day, Wade read over Doctor Abernathy’s notes
one more time. The girl he described was nothing like the one he’d
met with yesterday.

He was making progress. She was wary of him, naturally.
She was obviously biding her time, waiting for her chance to prove
herself ‘normal.’ She was far more intelligent than they had
originally given her credit for. Her sudden cooperation made him
uneasy, even though it was exactly what he’d wanted to achieve.

Zoe walked in then, her head held high. Her blond hair
was neatly combed today, her bangs framing her heart shaped face. A
hint of crimson stained her cheeks, evidence she was coming back to
life before his eyes. Her suicide attempt had left her hospitalized
for over two weeks, hanging between life and death. Her recovery was
considered a miracle. She wore a fresh pair of pajamas. The standard
uniform was a white t-shirt and white pajama pants and she looked
clean and fresh in them. The small logo that represented their
facility—a crescent moon combined with a cloud—sat on the upper
right hand side of her shirt along with the name, Serenity Hills.

“Hello, Doctor Channing,” she said politely.

“Hello, Zoe. How are you today?”

“I’m perfectly fine with not a care in the world,”
she answered sardonically.

Wade smiled at her in spite of himself. Maybe it was
a stupid question. Perhaps he’d dispense with the ‘how are you’
from now on. Her eyes wandered around his office as if taking it all
in for the first time. Her next words were said with a frown on her
face. “This office is awful.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your office . . . it’s downright sterile in here,
cold even. You need to hire an interior designer, warm the place up a
bit. You’ll have better results with your patients.”

“Is that a fact?” Wade smiled at her insight, even
while admitting to himself she was right. The room had white tile
floors, white walls, fluorescent lighting, white plastic blinds on
the windows and no pictures on the walls other than his medical
certificates. His desk was metal and the drawers creaked. It was
a cold office. Zoe sat stiff-backed in a hard plastic chair. “Are
you always this blunt?”

Zoe blushed. “Sorry. It’s an obsession. I mentally
decorate every room I’m in, to the point of distraction.”

“Perhaps you can give me some pointers.”

“I’d start with painting the walls, a deep, rich
color. Then I’d add some throw rugs, and then curtains that add
color, but let the sun in. You need a couch, something classy, but
comfortable, with lots of pillows. Replace that hideous desk with
something mahogany. Then maybe some lamps for softer lighting . . .”
Zoe trailed off. “You weren’t serious, were you?”

“Not really, but now that you mention it, it sounds
good.”

Zoe scoffed.

Wade got down to business. “Where do you want to
start?” he asked, wondering if she’d assume he was asking her
about decorating projects.

“I don’t know.”

She knew exactly what he was talking about and it had
nothing to do with design. “What would you say if I told you there
is no such thing as ghosts?” He wanted to get a rise out of her
again today. Her answer would be telling. Had she seen the error of
her ways all on her own? Had she realized the extent of her
delusions?

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Her
hands gripped the arms of the chair until her knuckles turned white.

“No.”

“What would you say if I told you they do exist?”

His hopes for an astounding recovery plummeted. “I
would have to disagree.”

“Then we have nothing more to talk about, do we?”

“Sorry, you’re not off the hook, Zoe.”

Zoe’s demeanor changed and her eyes stared into the
distance, as if she was lost in thought. “It’s real—it’s all
real,” she whispered, her eyes haunted.

“Tell me, Zoe. Start with the purchase of Lancaster
House.” Several minutes ticked by and he began to think she
wouldn’t answer, but then, in a timid voice, her story began to
spill forth.

Taylor Dean lives in
Texas and is the mother of four grown children. Upon finding herself
with an empty nest, she began to write the stories that were always
wandering around in her head, quickly finding that she had a passion
for writing, specifically romance. Whether it’s paranormal,
contemporary, or suspense—you’ll find all sub-genres of romance
in her line-up.

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